big bee little oh- ess- tee- oh- en.
(that does not compare to dallas, shit).

i want to be back in tx already, and party with my southlake crew.

there was this kind of lame performance we went to 2 nights ago called mobius. like performance art. improv interprative dance with funeral outfits with silver bowls and bells and baby toys and drums. and there was a lady smoking by a window and i was too ashamed to take a picture of her. we left during intermission.

last night i saw a play written in the 30s called springtime for henry and it was so witty. i love it. i want to read it. and we ate at this restaurant called uno afterwards.

arts institute of boston is the shit. i want to go there. i have mixed feelings about boston as a city though..

p.s. on gabel's request, download simian's "la breeze."

edit [+ statements]: we went to the museum of fine arts. shit it is fucking amazing. it's like my art history book, but museum style. they had huge el grecos and a byzantine style fresco and lots of impressionism, etc. etc. i got some magnum postcards in their store. and today we went to the boston museum of contemporary art (?) and there was a video of a man feeding a coyote and i ate candy from the floor and took pictures of a participatory artwork and went down a silver slide. then i bought a book chic clicks. fash photography, holla. okay, NOW the end.